Iranian washout.

We bought this cloth in Iran before the revolution. I brought it out of a cupboard to use as a single bed cover but since it was rather smelly and stiff after so many years, I washed it.  I have always treasured it even though I doubt that it has any value, except to me. I have fond memories of Iran and feel great sadness for its oppressed people.
I am on my third day of low grade fever, wheezy cough and generally feeling ill.
If I hadn't had the vaccine over two weeks before, I would have suspected the flu. But no, this was a special delivery from S who has been coughing for about three weeks now. It must be the wretched covid again.
 I watched a documentary on Richard Harris today. There was so much I didn't know about him. Absolutely amazing man. I caught sight of that dreadful Littlewood woman at Stratford East theater, recognising her and the silly hat she wore all the time. I met her in another life time. She was extremely abrasive and downright rude to me. If she thought she could coax a bunch of amateurs, there only as extras to become valid actors by being nasty, she was wrong. I was 19 years old and it still burns. I did meet a number brilliant actors who were very kind and friendly people, unlike her.